Looking up at you from the floor, I smile, lips still tightly wrapped around your staff. I look you in the eyes, even though I know you don’t care f...r the scrutiny. but I see your face, and know that my effort is being appreciated. Locking eyes, mine on your hazel ones; I drive down with my lips. Down to the base, I take you. My eyes water with the effort, and if it weren't for those puckered, straining lips I'd never make it. I hold, still locked on your gaze, showing you my devotion.. The act reminded her that her once comfortableshorts was now rather tight in her crotch!Quickly she headed the rest of the way home and by late afternoon she wentinside and hurried up to her bedroom. Once inside, she quickly undressedand stood before her mirror. While the majority of her body looked thesame as before, it was what was between her legs that changed. Looking ather cock and balls showed her that the thing had finished growing in ataround three inches flaccid. Plus her testicles. Brutus strained to keep his penis from hardening but in fact he’d always harbored a secret desire for his mother. He used to hear his mothers moans and sighs as his father made love to her. More than once he crept out of bed and peeked through the keyhole and masturbated watching his father’s cock sliding in and out of his mother’s glistening wet pussy as he fucked her and she softly moaned. His mother looked like an angel as she lay under his father. Her arms around his neck her legs wrapped. She opened the door and quickly slid inside before she lost her nerve. The lights were off and she couldn't see anything. Sara felt an arm reach across her and heard the click of the lock. She opened her mouth to say something but didn't know what to say, so she shut her mouth again. Her throat was dry and she doubted she would be able to say anything even if she knew what to say. Her eyes began adjusting to the darkness and she could make out the shape of the man in front of her. He moved.